Albus Dumbledore, Topic, Fire
Fire is so many things,Albus mused, sitting outside in the sun, it is destruction and devastation, but it is also renewal and rebirth…fascinating that the same thing can be so ugly and also so very beautiful. He had wandered off on this contemplation after reading the article about the recent fire in Margate. It had led him to thinking of past battles with fire, and more tender moments as well.
Most recently, he had been recalling the last time he saw Fawkes burst into bright orange flame. “About time” he had muttered, before turning from his headmasters desk to watch the pile of ash as it shifted and baby-Fawkes poked a small chirping head out. With smiling eyes, he had coaxed the phoenix out of the ash as he always did, chuckling as the tiny bird preened against his hand. “Don’t worry, you’ll be lush and full again in no time.”
He thought, sitting here in the warmth of the mid-day, that he could almost hear the sound of soft phoenix song. Ah, if only! Albus thought. Then the song changed to a gentle keening. He blinked and turned his head around, to see a bright orange and red bird had landed beside him and was regarding him, head tilted, eyes blinking slowly.
“Fawkes?”
Most recently, he had been recalling the last time he saw Fawkes burst into bright orange flame. “About time” he had muttered, before turning from his headmasters desk to watch the pile of ash as it shifted and baby-Fawkes poked a small chirping head out. With smiling eyes, he had coaxed the phoenix out of the ash as he always did, chuckling as the tiny bird preened against his hand. “Don’t worry, you’ll be lush and full again in no time.”
He thought, sitting here in the warmth of the mid-day, that he could almost hear the sound of soft phoenix song. Ah, if only! Albus thought. Then the song changed to a gentle keening. He blinked and turned his head around, to see a bright orange and red bird had landed beside him and was regarding him, head tilted, eyes blinking slowly.
“Fawkes?”